I told you I loved you. I knew I couldn’t just be your friend. Because I would always want more.
And every time alcohol came pressed between my lips, I’d reach for the phone to tell you these things. I wanted to be strong for you. I wanted to be there for you. I wanted to go back to the ways things used to be, before I fell fast and hard. But we don’t choose who we love. Our heart makes these choices for us.